The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 238: Special Move: 12 Golden Tickets!

"Power Stone Level: 100!" Leodog growled, his voice booming with raw intensity.

His right hand gathered a dense cluster of the red crystals, which rapidly merged and swelled into a single giant red ball.

The massive orb glowed brightly, illuminating the surrounding area with an ominous crimson light that pushed back against the dreary battlefield.

The Third Born attempted to make its move, its grotesque form twisting in preparation, but Leodog acted first.

His hand came crashing downward, driving the giant Power Stone directly into the creature.

The sheer force of the impact drove the Third Born straight into the ground with crushing momentum.

The strike did not stop there;

It carried the titan deeper still, carving a path of destruction as the ground itself began to exude dark red rays from the point of contact.

Then came the explosion.

A violent blast erupted outward, creating an incredibly deep crater that swallowed the Third Born and reshaped a significant portion of the battlefield in an instant.

The force sent shockwaves rippling across the torn plain, dust and debris rising in thick clouds while the air itself seemed to tremble from the unleashed power.

"Tsk. The thing about insects is that they refuse to die when struck."

Leodog stood at the edge of the massive crater, staring down into the smoking pit with clear irritation as grey flesh still twitched and tried to reform at the bottom.

He huffed loudly, the sound cutting through the chaos like a low growl of frustration.

In the background, golden spears kept flashing into existence with effortless rhythm, casually erasing the swarming titans, one cluster after another.

Each spear streaked downward with a sharp, whistling trail of light before punching clean through multiple bubbling bodies at once, dissolving them into drifting mist and dark splatter.

Meanwhile, D’Lion watched the distant figure of the Eldest Born with intense, unwavering focus, his predatory yellow eyes locked onto her as if nothing else on the battlefield mattered.

"Simply keep striking," his deep rumbling voice thundered across the plain, powerful enough to make the air itself vibrate. "Even insects perish if you strike them hard enough. These foes are nothing more than tenacious grime."

The titans had actually grown noticeably stronger than when they had first clashed with the fairies earlier.

Their movements came faster now, grey limbs whipping out with sharper speed and greater force, with their shifting bodies reforming with increased resilience after every blow.

But... against the overwhelming power facing them, it did not make much difference at all.

Tera and Tesa understood one reality perfectly;

They chose not to keep bolstering the titans own power any further, but smoothly retreated from the front lines, pulling back to observe from a distance.

A fresh wave of titans suddenly rushed forward like deranged animals, their amorphous grey forms surging across the crushed ground in a mindless, frenzied tide straight toward D’Lion.

But they were almost immediately pierced and shredded by a barrage of golden spears that fired in from unseen angles with pinpoint accuracy.

The projectiles whistled through the air in rapid succession, impaling multiple creatures, mid-charge and reducing them to dissolving chunks before they could even close the distance.

Through it all, the huge muscular man simply placed one massive hand casually on his waist, standing there with a lazy, almost bored detachment as the assault unfolded around him.

But soon, his gaze shifted with deliberate intensity toward the Second Born, which was charging straight into his area with ferocious momentum, its grotesque body twisting and expanding as it closed in.

"Special Move..." D’Lion raised a single finger dramatically, joining the four fingers beside his thumb together in a precise, theatrical gesture. His voice dropped into a commanding growl. "12 Golden Tickets!"

In a blinding flash, the Second Born was rendered into nothing but mincemeat.

The sequence unfolded with explosive cinematic speed—twelve rapid, overlapping flashes of golden light slammed into the titan in rapid succession.

Each searing burst of energy severed its shifting body with surgical precision, carving through limbs, torso, and head in a whirlwind of clean, devastating cuts.

The air crackled with afterimages of golden light as the titan’s form came apart in mid-motion, pieces tumbling to the ground in wet, disjointed sections.

The other Borns tried to press forward in response, their bodies surging with renewed aggression, but they too fell instantly.

They collapsed to the ground like bundled, minced flesh, their grotesque forms sliced apart and disintegrating under the same overwhelming golden barrage, leaving only scattered grey remnants steaming on the battlefield.

"Goodness me," D’Lion chuckled lightly, the sound carrying a hint of theatrical amusement that echoed across the plain. "Might I have put too much power behind those? Forgive me, canon fodders, and allow me to tone down the volume of my power. You lot can manage to put up a decent fight then."

His huge, muscular body began to recede right there on the battlefield, shrinking smoothly and visibly until he stood at the stature of a teenager — still clearly toned with visible muscles, but noticeably smaller and more compact in frame.

"Huh?! What’s he doing holding so much power back?!" Benjamin protested from where he lounged against the thick, winding vines at the forest’s edge.

His voice rose with genuine disbelief as he watched the drastic reduction. "He reduced more than half his strength, even!"

"Ah, D’Lion has always been like that," Tera answered smoothly, her fingers gently running along Benjamin’s as she clung tightly to his arm, pressing herself closer. "He always tries to prove he is the strongest, even when he deliberately puts himself at a disadvantageous position."

Tesa leaned in from Benjamin’s other side, her voice calm and reassuring as she added, "But rest assured, he... I mean, she will still come out victorious in the end."

The reality was something else, though:

Looking back at the battle, the scene shifted dramatically.

D’Lion was now being slammed across the field in a methodical, punishing rhythm by the numbered titans.

Apart from the Third Born still locked in fierce combat with Leodog, every other Born had converged on D’Lion, delivering heavy hits, powerful slams, and explosive blasts that sent the demigod flying from one end of the plain to the other.